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She Hunts the Ridge

A dark industrial rock anthem born from ancient rage and silent masks. Dark Hard Industrial Rock lyrics The mountain swallowed the fading sun Crimson leaking through broken trees Footsteps crack in the frozen hush Something breathing behind the leaves A crooked shadow on the stones Bent spine carved against the sky Silver hair in the wind like smoke Burning hatred in her eyes Branches snap — too close, too near I feel her curse inside my ear The earth itself begins to shake No path to run, no turn to take She hunts the ridge, she hunts my soul Claws in the dark, she won’t let go Her laughter splits the midnight air I run but she is everywhere She hunts the ridge, I feel her flame Whispering softly my hidden name Through blood and fear I hear her cry “You can’t outrun what never dies.” Teeth like stone in a twisted grin Hands like roots from ancient graves Every step that I try to win Turns the forest into waves Her shadow stretches over mine Cold breath crawling down my spine The moon reveals her shattered face Time is bending in this chase Heartbeats pound like war drums loud Fog descends — a burial shroud Her scream tears open mountain air I feel her fingers in my hair She hunts the ridge, the sky turns red Her curse alive inside my head But in the fire of my despair Something wild awakens there She hunts the ridge — I stand and rise Reflection burning in my eyes If she’s the demon of this land Then I become what I can’t withstand The mountain never forgets… And neither does she…